In Your Arms by Rebecca Goings

arms above her head. Marcus pulled away for a moment but joined her once again, crawling between her legs on the bed, kissing her belly and laving her navel, licking his way up her breasts to her neck. Once there, he nipped and sucked as his arms pulled her closer.
    “Your whole body tastes like honey,” he whispered, moving his mouth to her ear where he drew her lobe into his mouth. “Lissa, sugar, I’ll never tire of you. Never.”
    She smiled but not for long as Marcus returned his lips to hers. His tongue played with hers almost forcefully as he settled his weight on top of her. As her legs stroked his, she felt only skin, no jeans. When had he shed his pants?
    Her thoughts on the matter were soon forgotten as she suddenly felt his hard body pressing against hers. Gasping again, she threw back her head, looking deeply into his golden eyes. She knew he could see her fear as he caressed her cheeks.
    “Lissa, honey, this will hurt. I want you to hold on to me and don’t let go. Can you do that for me, sugar?”
    “Yes,” she whispered as she nodded.
    “Don’t be afraid. Don’t ever fear me.”
    “Even when you’re in a foul mood?” she teased.
    He chuckled, his smile making him so very handsome and striking a chord in her heart.
    “Even then. Are you ready?”
    Nodding, Melissa closed her eyes and grasped his shoulders closely. She could feel him pressing forward, his length sheathing itself within her, stretching her skin. It wasn’t painful as much as it was simply uncomfortable, but he stopped before he was completely inside.
    “Are you all right?” he said, groaning as beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
    “Yes. Marcus, I… don’t stop.”
    “There’s no chance of that, baby,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I just want you to hold on.”
    Without waiting for her to answer, he plunged forth, breaking through her maidenhead and burying himself deep inside her. Melissa’s cry of pain was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her hungrily.
    “Hold on to me,” he said through his kisses, and Melissa did.
    Gasping for breath, she held him close as her body became used to his.
    “Don’t let go, Lissa.”
    Clinging to him, she did as he said, gasping when he began to move. As he pulled back and pushed forward, she moaned with pleasure. Having him fill her didn’t hurt any longer, it felt wonderful, as if this was what her body had craved all along.
    “Marcus! You feel… you feel so… good!”
    “Oh, honey, so do you.” His mouth was on hers as he plunged deeply into her.
    She groaned with every stroke but did not release his lips, and that was when she realized she was in love with Marcus McCaide. The man was magnificent in every way. He was rough yet gentle with her at the same time, exciting her beyond words. Lifting her legs, she found he could thrust even deeper.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered, continuing his rhythm. “Just like that, my sweet, beautiful Lissa.”
    With tears in her eyes, she again plummeted into pleasure, bringing Marcus right along with her.

Eleven

    Marcus reclined against the pillows, absently stroking Melissa’s incredible dark red hair. It spilled across his chest, and he marveled at its silkiness as it slipped through his fingers. She’d snuggled close to him and fallen almost instantly asleep the moment he’d lay next to her. He didn’t blame her. He’d kept her awake long into the night.
    The sky was just beginning to pinken in the twilight before the dawn, and Marcus sighed as he gazed out the small window. A scowl crossed his features as his thoughts raced, wondering what the hell he was going to do now.
    Melissa shouldn’t have come to his room the previous night, but more than that, he should have had more self-control. He should have tossed her out into the hallway kicking and screaming. He should have dragged her back to her father’s store and left her there. But he hadn’t, and now he was going to pay the price.
    Marcus knew damn well